Necklaces With Stories of their Own

My necklaces in my room

I sit here in the math computer lab and think to myself, what do I care about? Well, I care about my friends, family, grades. Homecoming is this weekend and I have to prepare for that, thinking about what hairstyles and makeup I want. Or should I focus on the near future, like where I want my family to go for winter break? Well, I would like to go somewhere exotic. No, I’ll think even deeper. When I grow up, I wanna’ be famous, I wanna’ be a star, I wanna’ be in movies. Kidding. If I’m going to be realistic, I’m probably going to be a jeweler. The majority of my family is in the jewelry business, which probably explains why I’ve always had a keen interest in jewelry. I’m always the girl that comes to school with bracelets clinking together as I write an essay, earrings dangling with my every move, and with a gleaming necklace to match my outfit. Each piece of my jewelry has a story of its own. For example, there’s a necklace that my friend’s mom got for me when she travelled to Italy to report news from the Olympics in 2006. There’s a Hamsa necklace I bought last summer when I went through the Shook ha Carmel in Israel; my good luck necklace with a Star of David displayed. On one hook I have a black and silver flower necklace that my aunt gave me years ago when I visited her in Israel. Another chain was a gift from my dad when we were in Lake Geneva a while back with my cousins. Behind that is a pendant with a salmon flower inside of clear class, a necklace that I never fail to get comments on. One necklace that stands out is a blood-red stone on a tomato red string that my dad bought on his business trip to Thailand. Lastly, I have a wooden peace sign necklace that my mom bought for me while shopping at a department store. Although these are only necklaces, each bead, string, and chain has had some impact or meaning in my life. It’s little treasures like these that I always care about.